Sara couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun. She giggled bubbly as her salmon melted in her mouth, the light creamy taste swirling over her tongue. She looked up to her smiling date.

  Shawn was a delightful man and quite the charmer. He emptied the last of their wine bottle into her glass, she watched as the red liquid curled around the edges of the crystal. He picked up his own and made a silent toast. Sara grabbed the thin stem and raised it in the air and then to her lips. It chased down the salmon magnificently and further warmed her stomach with comfort.

  Shawn had said something but she didn't quite understand it through her mental haze, so she just nodded her head and smiled. Her whole body was tingling, she loved her new size and was pleased on how well the night was progressing.

  Sara looked around the restaurant; it was fairly late and most of the patrons had left for the evening. But a few have them had stuck around and were drinking their last sips of merlot and watching the low lamps flicker with candlelight intensity.

  She realized something was touching her and she glanced down to see Shawn's hand squeezing her thigh. It sent cool and not too unpleasant shivers through her body. Her muscles tensed at the lightly-tickling feeling and playfully removed it while laughing.

  Shawn admired all of Sara. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her thighs were firm and toned from god knows what. Her smooth skin was perfect, unmarred, and smelled faintly of roses. It was intoxicating.

  Intoxicating, hmm.

  Sara moved his hand away, but did so without negative intent. He knew she was his.

  I'll be fucking you in thirty minutes.

  Sara smiled again. Shawn raised his hand for the waiter. When he arrived, Shawn waved him closer and whispered to him.

  "We would like a healthy order of your Cherry Jubilee please, and don't be afraid of too much brandy."

  The waiter closed his eyes and nodded emphatically.

  "Very good sir, excellent choice." He turned on his heel and walked back to the kitchen. Sara put her chin in her hand and wrinkled her nose as coyly as she could muster.

  "And what are you doing now?"

  "I thought we would enjoy a little dessert."

  "Ooo, sounds delightful!" She clapped her hands girlishly and licked her moist lips. Shawn slowly moved his feet forward until they bumped into Sara's under their small table. He saw her eyes flash but he didn't react. Sara, thinking she had done it herself, began to slide one of her black heels along the denim of Shawn's calf and shin.

  Her demeanor impressed him, she was still in fair control of her senses and didn't give much sign of being quite fairly inebriated. He always found that as a remarkable strength of character; especially when concerned waiters and waitresses were, well, concerned.

  Shawn reached across the table and took hold of one of Sara's soft hands; he carressed her fingers and then squeezed them as he gazed longingly into her eyes. He slowly took a deep breath, for emphasis on his next words.

  "Sara?"

  She cocked her head slightly in awareness of his question.

  "I just want you to know what a wonderful time I've had tonight." Shawn looked down with a boyish look, he fixed his glasses in an uneven gesture. Sara thought it gave him an intellectual, yet strong, sense of shyness. "I have to admit I was a little nervous about tonight; it's not often I have the chance to go out with such an incredibly attractive woman such as yourself."

  She blushed and bit her lip in response.

  I bet she gives phenomenal head.

  "I just had to thank you for the pleasure of your company." He squeezed her hand a little tighter. "I hope you allow me to experience this again some day soon."

  "I've had a good time tonight too." She hiccupped behind the back of her free hand. "It's been a long time since could be with a man that is as funny and entertaining as you Shawn."

  He turned his head as if to cough and mumbled.

  "And handsome."

  "And handsome!" She looked at him with wonder after her realization. He shook his head and laughed.

  "Thank you Sara, I don't know if I deserve as much as that."

  God bless those monks that invented alcohol.

  "Oh yes! I've been watching you at the store for a while and you're really good-looking."

  "Well, I've never thought of myself as such, especially with these glasses and all."

  "No, I think they make you look sexy." Shawn adjusted the thin frames and gave his humblest expression. Sara began to squeeze his hand back.

  That's right.

  "Your Cherry Jubilee sir." The waiter set a small dish in front of them and lifted the lid. The sweet scent of tart fruit swimming in strong brandy was heavenly to the senses. The waiter brought up a lighter stick and clicked on the flame. The cherries blazed alight and Shawn quickly blew them out.

  "Thank you my good man. I'll take it from here."

  The waiter shrugged.

  "Very good sir, I'll bring your check for you in a few minutes."

  Shawn grabbed a bowl for Sara and began scooping cherries into it. Her also poured a few extra spoonfuls of sauce over them and handed it over.

  "Bon appetite mademoiselle."

  Sara's eyes shimmered. The heat from her bowl and the smidgen of French melted her heart. Her head swam freely in a euphoria that she couldn't explain; Shawn just made her feel light and glorious. She quietly ate her dessert and smiled longingly at her prince. He ate very little, just watching her every move; it made her feel special to have such attention.

  Shawn grinned warmly. He watched as Sara put each spoonful in her mouth and swallowed them delicately. Her smooth neck rippled after each bite and her eyes closed as she relished the taste.

  Cherry Jubilee had always been one of his favorite dishes. It had that sweet and unobtrusive flavor that he so admired. He looked at the time on his wrist and whistled the waiter over. It was almost midnight and he believed he was ready.

  "Your check sir."

  Shawn reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a number of large bills, flipping through them slowly and choosing a few relatively new and crisp ones.

  "Thank you for a wonderful dinner garson. My compliments to the chef." Shawn stood and set out his arm for Sara. She slowly stood up and took hold of elbow. He was careful to guide and steady her as they walked to the front door. He pulled out a ticket and handed it to the valet. "Dark blue Camero, and please hurry." Sara wobbled a bit but he put his arm around her and pulled her closer, she sighed and put her head on his shoulder.

  "Sara?"

  "Hmm?"

  "You know, it is getting rather late. Maybe I should take you home."

  "You don't want to see a movie?"

  "You look pretty tired. I think we should take a rain check." He hadn't bothered to check what was playing and when anyway. He knew it wouldn't have gone that far.

  "Okay, I'd like that."

  The valet returned with his car and Shawn opened up the passenger side door; Sara slouched into it. He skipped over to his side and gave the valet a couple of ones before quickly hopping behind the wheel and speeding off. He looked over at Sara as he turned into traffic.

  "Why don't you take off your shoes? It'll make you a little more comfortable."

  "Mmm, good idea. They're feeling a little tight anyway."

  Shawn smiled, he looked at himself in the rearview mirror and picked out a sesame seed. He then glanced down at Sara's impressive mounds as they heaved up and down as she breathed quietly. Her eyes closed, she slipped off her heels and nestled back into relaxation. Shawn looked back forward, cocked an eyebrow, and stepped harder on the gas.

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